This is all rubbish and claptrap and just the type of stuff that is the scrounge of all blog readers but bear with the insomniac typist in me.
When you sit down to really try spending a month doing nothing as I have you will realize that I went through hell. For starters sitting on your ass all day is a killer, I couldn't bloody stand up at the end if I wanted too. Secondly when I mean doing nothing I mean locking away the dslr, currently the focal point of my ocd . Ignoring the 400 episodes of One Piece, the 7 seasons of House and the other various seasons of Friends, The Pacific on my netbook. It meant sitting on my ass and wasting away when I could be doing 20 km runs which usually screwed up my insomniac tendencies enough to allow me a modicum of rest, which is why here I am banging away at my netbook under the moon under the ministrations of our nations unsurprisingly starved mosquito population.
Long winded moanings aside, this was interesting. When you switch off everything you open up to a lot more. Your brain doesnt like boredom, the brain is born to rock out. The little f***** will sabotage your every attempt for mental silence and if you drive it to the point it will go berserk. And than you begin to understand lsd because your little baby chemical computer will make a 'blockbuster' of a drink from whatever it can get it hands on.
This has totally gone beyond the limits of your humouring me hasn't it. In my defense I was bored. Bored very bad. And I needed a kick really bad.And i got it. I tricked myself into thinking I had it. And the thing is, taking an imaginary mental drink is like handing the wheel to the Neo of your brain's matrix. Everything gets interestin, therefore, everything seems so much easier. Now I know you're all thinking you want try this but dont. As hangovers go I'm a newbie but this was pretty bad. As hangovers go I ticked out all the side effects of too much love for liquor.
Back to the points here; I know nil about brains and brain chemistry but creatively speaking seems to me that brains run in their fine boring fashion but when it comes to their own survival, the emergency mechanism to be to push the pedal and empty the chemical tank into the engine. Just so that they can go on thinking. Boom! 20 random thoughts coalescing into some crazy formula, 10 concepts from yesterday lying at your feet with their symmetries unfolded and their mysteries unearthed. And time does stop, until you can see that dimension, breaking down everything going on, eating lunch in the cafeteria in my case, into the thousands of frames of 3D.
Random thought. Brains are awesome. Minds on the other hand....! Lets not get started on those. :P
When you sit down to really try spending a month doing nothing as I have you will realize that I went through hell. For starters sitting on your ass all day is a killer, I couldn't bloody stand up at the end if I wanted too. Secondly when I mean doing nothing I mean locking away the dslr, currently the focal point of my ocd . Ignoring the 400 episodes of One Piece, the 7 seasons of House and the other various seasons of Friends, The Pacific on my netbook. It meant sitting on my ass and wasting away when I could be doing 20 km runs which usually screwed up my insomniac tendencies enough to allow me a modicum of rest, which is why here I am banging away at my netbook under the moon under the ministrations of our nations unsurprisingly starved mosquito population.
Long winded moanings aside, this was interesting. When you switch off everything you open up to a lot more. Your brain doesnt like boredom, the brain is born to rock out. The little f***** will sabotage your every attempt for mental silence and if you drive it to the point it will go berserk. And than you begin to understand lsd because your little baby chemical computer will make a 'blockbuster' of a drink from whatever it can get it hands on.
This has totally gone beyond the limits of your humouring me hasn't it. In my defense I was bored. Bored very bad. And I needed a kick really bad.And i got it. I tricked myself into thinking I had it. And the thing is, taking an imaginary mental drink is like handing the wheel to the Neo of your brain's matrix. Everything gets interestin, therefore, everything seems so much easier. Now I know you're all thinking you want try this but dont. As hangovers go I'm a newbie but this was pretty bad. As hangovers go I ticked out all the side effects of too much love for liquor.
Back to the points here; I know nil about brains and brain chemistry but creatively speaking seems to me that brains run in their fine boring fashion but when it comes to their own survival, the emergency mechanism to be to push the pedal and empty the chemical tank into the engine. Just so that they can go on thinking. Boom! 20 random thoughts coalescing into some crazy formula, 10 concepts from yesterday lying at your feet with their symmetries unfolded and their mysteries unearthed. And time does stop, until you can see that dimension, breaking down everything going on, eating lunch in the cafeteria in my case, into the thousands of frames of 3D.
Random thought. Brains are awesome. Minds on the other hand....! Lets not get started on those. :P
